Outsiders Quotes Ponyboy Novels & Stories

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”

The bottled blonde pointed her finger at him. “You’re an outsider,” she intoned. “You don’t belong here.” The term was repeated over and over by every voice. It rolled through like dominoes falling. “Outsider, outsider, outsider.” Alex couldn’t see over the crowd. Anyone who came within its orbit seemed to be pulled into its gravity, and nobody was protesting. Nobody was going to help him.

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching my swollen cheek, too drained even to shed a tear. I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood up. Head lowered, I said numbly, "Since I'm so worthless, I'll leave. From now on, just pretend you've lost a maid. That way, I won't be an eyesore to you anymore." Papa let out a cold snort. "Getting bold enough to threaten me, are you? Walk out that door and don't expect to get another cent from this family!" He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!"

That wasn’t the right decision to make. “That shield was cool, huh! I wish we had one at home. But then again, I have no home anymore. They threw me out for school. So heartless!!! Mom I miss you—” Ponjie's rants immediately stopped and he pretended to be dead when he realized that he just blurted the last sentence out. “...”

A sudden desperation surged inside Bobby, opening his mouth and tumbling out the words he’d never before possessed the courage to say. “Do . . . do you remember why you liked the carousel? You told me, the last time we hung out. You liked the murals. Said you used to dream you could slip into the murals and never come back, ever. If only you wanted it bad enough.” Sandy snort-laughed. “Yeah. Hell of a dream. Typical kid fantasy-shit, right?” the coins what do they do? I asked for something they gave it to me

“Did my mom said that just to make me feel better?… Oh my! I’m so dirty and tiny and thin and my nose, it doesn’t have that solid black color. It has a white spot right in the middle. I look sick. I’ve got bald spots. I’m all bones!… My tummy is big and my tail has got about a number of hair one can count in one hand.” Polly turned away from the mirror and felt like he was really going to be sick. He folded himself so small right beside the trash bins just outside of the pet shop and from his bag of lessons his mother taught him he retrieved -”Everything will be better in time, son.” He smiled and closed his eyes.

But she doesn't seem to get that, so I explained it to her, hopefully she gets it now. All of The Satan Snipers are watching and the guys, which I can hear is mostly Spade and Storm are whistling and chortling. Quinn's doughy expression changes like somebody caught her in the middle of a murder scene, and if she doesn't leave me be, she'll surely be the victim. “What the fuck is happening here? Why are you asses still outside,” Killer walks toward us and Quinn seems to shrink back in his presence. Zero doesn't lift his head to anyone as he puts his helmet on his bike and walks toward the house. The way he is crunching his boots I know he is angry.

After that, Zach skillfully removed the bones from the fish and placed the fish into Madelyn's plate beside his. "Leave after drinking! We don't keep outsiders in the house." Upon hearing the term 'outsiders,' Mya suddenly felt sad. 'Does that mean I can't meet Madelyn often in the future?' Madelyn said without raising her head, "Mya isn't an outsider. It's clear to everyone who is." "Ms. Jent, you're still as eloquent as ever. Won't you have a drink with us?" Madelyn said without mercy, "I don't drink with scumbags."

“Nothing is going on between Ponyboy and me.” Jez tilts her head with an incredulous snicker. “Seriously? Come on, girl, that boy is hot. I mean, he might not be in the same league as a certain gorgeous tortured boy that likes to wear a lot of black, but he’s close.” I roll my eyes. “It’s never been like that. Plus, Ponyboy is a player.” Jez slaps her hands over her thigh, sits up on her knees, and faces me. “Maybe that’s what you need.”

Gun P'liz keeps on stopping me from drinking, I don't know how many bottles of beer I finished, krist and singto didn't stop me, they watched me drink and cry, I know they wanted to know the truth but I can't tell it, I don't want them to get involved on this " Gun.. let's go outside" P' Jay said We both went outside leaving P'Liz and my friends in the living room " want some" P' Jay said as he offered a cigarette